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作词 : Guy Clark/Roger Murrah |
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作曲 : Guy Clark/Roger Murrah |
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Oh, Ellis Island was swarming |
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Like a scene from a costume ball |
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Decked out in the colors of Europe |
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And on fire with the hope of it all |
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There my father's own father stood huddled |
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With the tired and hungry and scared |
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Turn of the century pilgrims |
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Bound by the dream that they shared |
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They were standing in line just like cattle |
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Poked and sorted and shoved |
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Some were one desk away from sweet freedom |
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Some were torn from someone they love |
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Through this sprawling Tower of Babel |
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Came a young man, confused and alone |
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Determined and bound for America |
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And carrying all that he owned |
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Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather's immigrant eyes |
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I saw that day reflected and I couldn't hold my feelings inside |
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I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
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"So don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |
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He would rock and stare out the window |
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But his eyes are still just as clear |
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As the day he sailed through the Harbor |
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And come ashore on that island of tears |
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My grandfather's days were numbered |
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But I won't let his memory die |
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'Cause he gave me the gift of this country |
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And the look in his immigrant eyes |
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Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather's immigrant eyes |
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I saw that day reflected and couldn't hold my feelings inside |
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I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
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"So don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |
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"Don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |